The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 6

The dress drops from my hand. His eyes wander lower. My heart skips a beat. His gaze lingers. I can barely hear my breaths as intense hunger clouds his eyes. I’ve never seen a man look at me that way before, and I’ve never seen that look in his eyes, even when he looked at Anya. It was so new to me.

The sound of footsteps breaks both of us out of our trance. Atticus steps in and slams the door shut before anyone can see me.

The sound is enough to remind me of my state.

I spin around and cover my exposed breasts even though it doesn’t make sense now that he’s seen them. And I’m not helping the situation by showing him my bare ass either. That is if he’s still looking at me, which I doubt he is.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll leave when my brother walks past my room.” He tells me. Did I mistake it, or was there a huskiness to his voice?

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “This is your room. I’ll be finished in a minute. You can have the room to yourself after.”

“No.” He disagrees. “There is no need to rush.”

There is a slight pause before he softly says, “this will be your room eventually.”

didn’t realize I had been holding as I fell onto his bed. My

suddenly opens again, “Autumn, why are you still not dressed?” my mother demands. “What

back out of the room. Atticus is waiting for us a little distance away, and I can feel my cheeks burn at the reminder of what just happened. He saw me almost entirely naked. Just when I thought things couldn’t get

the record for my list of most embarrassing

as he walks into the

as she joins my side. I take it from her

suspected. Some were calling me a fake friend; others were begging me to be their

the one message

‘How could you?’

words, but it left the impact

about everything. It couldn’t be something simple that made him agree to marry me. Did his parents threaten him and force him to agree? But they were by my side the entire time; they wouldn’t have had the chance to convince him. Someone or something else was the

would never intentionally betray her. This was out of my control. I didn’t even know about

discuss finding a way to stop the wedding. Even though my heart belonged to him, I didn’t want to take him away

second. I can’t help but stare. The white shirt compliments his eyes, and the fabric pressed tightly against his body

my heart was racing in my chest. This is the effect he always had on me. Except

set my eyes on. Too good looking for

he says. He takes us to the photographer. The man looks eager to take our pictures. This must be something he loves doing. Was he accustomed to taking pictures of couples who didn’t want to get married? If not,

around her.” The photographer orders

to the back,